How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don’t. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.
And no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can’t stop yourself from dreaming.
In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.
We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.
Best friends are important. They’re the closest thing to a sister you’ll ever have.
Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.
I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don’t do it now, I never will.
But just because you bury something, that doesn’t mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they’d been there all along. All that time. I had to face it. He was part of my DNA. I had brown hair and I had freckles and I would always have Conrad in my heart.
Victory is a thousand times sweeter when you’re the underdog.
Things couldn’t stay the same forever.
There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you’d erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.
You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.
She and I were still friends, but not best friends, not like we used to be. But we were still friends. She’d known me my whole life. It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.
But just because you bury something, that doesn’t mean it stops existing.
When someone’s been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it’s like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you’re just clutching air and grit.
There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.
A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it’s living, breathing thing and there’s no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.
I hated to leave her and I hated to be near her, because she made me remember what I wanted most to forget.
How is a person supposed to prepare for what happens tomorrow when there’s just no figuring out today?
I wondered if this was the way old crushes died, with a whimper, slowly, and then, just like that – gone.